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As I stood I took a walk into the woods noting every stalk Of mushroom I saw the birds that did fly the trees that were thawed in the springtime of 'nine. The birds and the crickets and the deer and the bunnies and the bushes and thickets with the bees making honey As the place was in harmony I felt free as well Free from oppresion and that rung a bell. I ran to the lake and there did I see A little wake a small duck waddling cross the lake.